Women have inestimable power.
When I first tried to open my book with this idea, my editor warned me I’d lose readers immediately—the idea that women hold immense power. We all know it’s true. The hard part is admitting it.
It’s like being intoxicated by a gift, repeating over and over, “I know I have this gift.” We start to doubt it. Years go by, and the gift begins to lose its luster; our capacity diminishes.
The real heartbreak comes when we realize it’s not the men—it’s the women who unconsciously pass down a lineage of limitation over generations.
After working with women for 30 years, I know that the process of a woman unfolding—finding her truth, her strength—is excruciatingly difficult. It runs against the grain of survival, and at every turn, she feels like she’s being burned at the stake all over again.
This path to a woman’s enlightenment is radically different from a man’s. It’s a process of facing our own power, not externalizing it. It’s easier to blame men, or to blame the patriarchy, but in doing so, we’re pointing to the effect, not the cause. Those men aren’t inherently terrible; they are a reflection of the absence of Eros, of the true feminine power in the world.